War Time
Suddenly, a scream of mechanical chaos flooded the air it was an air raid siren, I jumped out of my chair and ran up the rickety stairs towards the bedroom and my parents were at the radio; Mum frantically trying to find the right frequency with little success. The war had been uneventful until now. Some people had called it the phoney war but now it appears to be the real thing. My parents twisted sharply with a look of fear as their eyes shot to the wide open door, “James, do you hear that noise? It sounds like an aeroplane” said Mum. Suddenly the house shook as if the ground was moving from under it, bombs were falling. The radio fell from the table as the voice which came from it extinguished with the impact. The noise went on and on until the buzzing noise faded away, the war was now official and I would be made to fight in it.
My mother couldn't bear the thought of me being killed and suggested I tried to get a job such as a police man so I could stay with my parents but I was inexperienced and had no choice but to fight. I thought a lot about running away, away from the war, away from my parents, to a place where I wouldn't be forced to kill men who had never done me any wrong. I had to do what was expected of me and so I joined the army, the last time I saw my parents was on the bus to the training barracks. I remember the look in my parent’s eyes of bloodshot tears as they cried with fear for me. Any happiness of mine died that day, along with my will to live. I tried to keep in contact with my family through letters but the army censored them and they didn't always reach them anyway. After a few months I decided that the letters from their only child would do more harm then good since I only talked of false victories and bearable time which they certainly were not, and anyway I felt I only had a short time to live.
